The Crane Wife Returns!

Without warning, she just walked into my office to say "hi".

I was so shocked and instantly happy that I nearly fell out of my chair.

Her entire visit here was me, struggling to retain any dignity at all, because the truth is, I wanted to tackle her and give her the biggest hug I can.

We chatted briefly.

She is in town for three months, working on a show, doing some other stuff.

I did not ask about the Boyfriend in Connecticut. I'm pretty sure that topic will sort itself out.

We confirmed that phone numbers are still the same and we made loose plans to get together. She asked me to email her.

And then she hugged me.

And then she left to go have tea with our Literary Manager.

Because she's British.

And that's what they do.

Have tea.

She walked away from my cubicle and I sat here stunned. My co-worker, Robert, watched the whole thing happen and said, "Wow. You've got it bad for that girl. I don't think I've ever seen you act so uncool. There's just no cool in you. That girl knocked it all out of you."

And he's right.

I feel like something hard and solidified in my chest has been sledge-hammered into big, rocky chunks. I feel like my face is flushed and my heart is beating so fast. I feel like a tape that is skipping the same beat over and over again.

"Oh My God. There she is."

"Oh My God. There she is."

"On My God. There she is."

I am absolutely useless at my job, right now. I can't think about anything but her.

I might've been cooler, if I'd had any warning that she was back or coming into the theater. Instead, all I could do was try to recover and say refrain myself from tackling her or saying, "I am so HAPPY to see you." I am sincerely hoping that she was charmed to see someone so nakedly happy to see her. That has to mean something to a person, yes?

If I had a tail, I would be wagging it, right now.

The Crane Wife has returned.
It's going to be an interesting Fall.
With her here...